They lead us to a friend's house,
They lead us to the mall,
They lead us where we'd like to go,
With no thought at all
Abandoned for planes,
Fields, sidewalks and trains
Along the streets
Pass millions of wheels
And hundreds of feet
They catch our tears
And hear us talk
About our loves and fears
When we go on walks
Every day we continue to travel them
As they slowly rot,
Taking them for granted
Without a second thought.
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